Why I Love Music
For close to 10 years now, I have been in an extremely serious relationship. Not with any girl (or guy for that matter), but with music. When I wanted to get pumped up for a race, I turned to music. When I was feeling down and wanted to lighten my mood (or revel in my sadness, whatever the case may be), I turned to music. When I met someone for the first time, I would ask him or her about music. Music has been a huge part of my life (even more so now), and I can’t imagine myself being more involved with anything else than I am involved with music.
But it wasn’t always this way. I know the exact moment I decided that I was going to be more than just a casual listener. It was when a friend of my sister put So Long & Thanks for All the Shoes by NOFX in her car’s CD player.
I know what some of you are thinking. NOFX? Really? Not Dylan or Coltrane or The Clash or Hendrix? Nope. It wasn’t until a few years later that I started listening to any of them (outside of my dad’s Highway 61 Revisited tape we would listen to in the car…which reminds me, I really need to buy that album). NOFX was my first taste in music that did not come from the radio. I hate to say this, but up until then I don’t even know if I had bought a single CD that I did not first hear on the radio. Once upon a time the radio was the end-all-be-all for music, now the music elite shuns it. But I digress.
From start to finish, So Long is pure entertainment. Topics include the decline of punk music and music in general, problems with government, even family issues; and yet it is all done with tongue stuck firmly in cheek. The overall message, at least as I felt when I first heard it, was, ‘This shit is happening all around us; let’s play music and make the best of it.” And so I did. I played music, I listen to music, now I even work for a record label. Music has become one of the most important things in my life, and oddly enough I have NOFX to thank for that.